Chapter 8: Pretending to have amnesia

An ordinary person in the normal sense, no matter how high his physical fitness is, on a flat land, with vegetation, the farthest can only see the range of six hundred meters, Zhao An is in a ditch at this time, and he can only see the green mountains in the distance, so he has to find a way to climb out of this ditch that is more than one person high! And the smell here is really bad.

After all kinds of efforts, Zhao An stood on the road outside the ditch, only to find that this is a dirt slope, looking along the height of the dirt slope, you can see the faint town thousands of meters away, visually measuring the scale of a radius of several kilometers, it is estimated that the population is denser, if they are all bungalows, it is not a problem to live in tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands of people. It seems that there is not only a surname Yao, otherwise they are all the same surname, and the previous boss of his body may have been slaughtered at such a close distance to the town?

After following the line of sight for a while, Zhao An observed a large area of farmland, I don't know what is planted, I can't recognize any of them, it is not a crop that I have in reality, and the trees on both sides also grow a little strangely, obviously like a locust tree, and it generally has the width of a plane tree, and what is the purpose of planting so many locust trees? So Zhao An can be sure that these are not locust trees, they are something else!

There are several workshops near the farmland, as well as waterwheels, canals, water is diverted for irrigation along a river that runs through the town, near the mouth of the mountain pass, there is an orchard, on the other side, it seems to be a feedlot, I don't know what creatures are kept in captivity, there are the appearance of pigs, the size of cows, the antlers of deer, and most importantly, don't look at the short legs, run fast!

The sky is blue, the clouds are very high, the clouds in the distance are layered on top of each other, conjuring up various shapes, and in the sky on the other side of the mountain pass, there is a colorful glow, I don't know what kind of natural landscape it is.

There was a strange aroma in the air, Zhao An frowned and sniffed, making sure that this aroma was coming from his side, so he followed the smell to find a verdant and aura-filled grass, this grass had nine leaves, it looked like a cabbage, but it was different in shape.

Sniffing it with his nose, Zhao An suddenly had an uncontrollable appetite.

Before he knew it, this cabbage-like thing had already been stuffed into his mouth and swallowed into his stomach!

"Yao Cheng, you're crazyβ€”β€”! Even if you want to impact Qi refining, you can't eat the Spirit Urging Grass! A loud roar came from afar, accompanied by panic and panic.

"Qi Eighth-Layer Yao Cheng, what kind of spiritual herb do you eat?" Another voice, with great surprise and incomprehension, was very close to the person who spoke before.

"Hurry back and save β€”β€”!" From the other direction, there was a loud roar, quite helpless.

Huh?

There was a strange feeling on his body, his brain was dizzy, and a mouthful of sweet water was forced out of his body by a force field, Zhao An spit out sweet water, but he smelled blood, his eyes became darker and darker, and it was accompanied by pain, and only a black shadow was seen rushing to his side in the blur.

Zhao An struggled to come up with the last thought before losing consciousness: Is this the rookie of the game?!

When the game identity faints, Zhao An himself will naturally be fine, this will, he is facing a half-hour countdown form, through the browser side bar in the corner of consciousness, link to the player forum to which Tianting Star belongs, and read the post.

His mentality is still very optimistic, although he will be in a coma directly after eating the spirit grass, and he will not be worried about his life, but he believes very much in the ability of the three virtual people, and he will definitely be able to save the game identity "Yao Cheng", this half an hour is his game knowledge buffer period, but he has to fill the gap in the game knowledge.

Through various posts, Zhao An quickly knew and mastered some of the world knowledge of Tianting Star, and according to these constantly refreshing world common sense knowledge, when there were ten minutes left in the countdown, he stopped looking for posts and entered a state of thinking.

In the end, Zhao An came up with a way to deal with virtual people: loss of memory!

The use of this kind of thing is an auxiliary herb that needs to be impacted in the cultivation civilization system, just out of the category of martial arts, from the true qi stage of qi induction, to the true yuan stage of qi refining, and it is necessary to impact the last level, not above the ninth layer of qi induction, or even not to the level of half-step qi induction, eating this thing is almost equivalent to looking for death!

Yes, according to the posts found in the forum, Zhao An learned that his current player birth level is really good, and coming up is the starting point of the eighth layer of Qi Induction, and a group of players who have entered the promotion and operation period of the Panguang of the Realms with him, the best thing now is only the cultivation of the second layer of Qi Induction.

Should Zhao An be happy?

There was a soft sound of consciousness, and he was once again aware of a virtual body.

"Yao Cheng, this kid is really hard, he can survive this! I will be able to achieve great things in the future! ”

"This stinky boy, let him go out to deliver a letter, but he can also send it and fall into the ditch, the letter is gone, and the family in the Red Sleeve City has not received the letter at all! That's it, what kind of spirit grass to eat! When this kid wakes up, ask well! See what the hell is going on with him! Such a big thing! How unreasonable! ”

"Don't say that, Yao Cheng has always been safe, and it is impossible to lose the letter, but even the penetrating wound on his body that he received from a sword for you before is clear, and he can't find a secret injury all over his body, it's really strange! Didn't you encounter something? ”

Zhao An wanted to listen again, but he only heard silence in the room.

"It's loud to breathe, what else are you going to pretend? Get up! Fortunately, the eldest brother played a tanuki for the prince this time, and transferred the letter, and what I gave to your kid was just a letter asking for warmth, the real ......"

"Ahem!"

"Brother Yao Su, don't say so much, you see, Yao Cheng is in a strange state? Can't you recognize us? Normally, when he hears these words, he will definitely jump up and chase after your eldest brother for a while, saying that you don't trust him! ”

With doubts, Zhao An opened his eyes, sat up, and looked at the three monks with undisguised eyes.

They were all dressed in casual clothes like Taoist robes, but in different colors, Yao Su was the oldest, who looked like a middle-aged man, and he was wearing a robe with a black gauze outer layer; The man who coughed and was very angry before, was a little older, and seemed to be twenty-six or seventeen years old, but he was only dressed in a green robe; The youngest, the grinning monk of the same age as the game's body, was dressed in pale robes.

Seeing Zhao An looking at them blankly and unfamiliarly, the faces of these three people changed suddenly.

Yao Su glared at the youngest monk, and the other monk also looked at him.

"Hey! Stop playing! I'm your little brother Yao Ming, hurry up and tell me what's going on! The youngest monk, dressed in a pale robe, hurriedly gave Zhao An a look.

"Oh!" Zhao An pretended to think hard, but he frowned and could only show an unfamiliar look, and said to the monk named Yao Su among the three: "Hello, I woke up and saw that cabbage, so I sniffed it, thank you!" ”

After Yao Ming listened, the boss with his mouth open, bowed his head to the monk in the middle: "Second brother, I don't think Yao Cheng's state is right!" It's kind of like β€”β€”! ”

The three monks shouted in unison, "Amnesiaβ€”β€”! ”

They were in a mess.